#Vibration Plate Exercises

[huelightusa]

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[gramarobin]

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[ultimaterecoveryzone]

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[iyiadebizz]

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[super-ion]

The Engineer

Part 1

I catch a glimpse of the pilot as she is wheeled towards the med bay. Her eyes have that telltale glaze of just having been wrenched out of herself.

I've never spoken a single word to her, but for a moment as the gurney slides by, those eyes briefly clear, ice blue pinning me to the spot. She raises an emaciated arm and her hand almost seems to beckon to me before something in the gurney clicks and whirs and she slips back into catatonia.

That brief moment of clarity, that piercing gaze, unsettles me. She recognized me.

It's neural bleed. I know it has to be. She doesn't know me, but Morrigan does.

Good god. In the pilot's present state of post combat haze, she probably doesn't even know where she ends and the machine begins.

Does neural bleed work both ways? Is it her head that I'm about to climb into?

My wrist strap buzzes. I have a job to do and I am late.

The pilot is a problem for the med team and the psychs.

The machine is my problem.

I hurry down the corridor, keeping my head down, avoiding the eyes of every passerby.

I don't like people.

I don't like how their eyes follow me. I don't like the whispered gossip that follows me.

One of the techs is waiting for me at the vestibule.

I don't know his name.

All clear, he says to me. Time to work your magic.

He says it without sarcasm. Others have been less kind.

Even so, he can't quite hide the leer as I strip down to the skinsuit. I don't have the physique of a pilot. My body hasn't been subjected to the stresses that ravage their bodies. Unlike them, I have fat and muscle and the skinsuit clings to every curve of my body.

I force a cursory smile and try to forget him as I walk barefoot to my destination.

The vestibule is small, windowless. It's impossible to assess the scale of the machine from here. The only part visible to me is roughly four square meters of pitted and scarred metal plating framing the access hatch and the pilot's cradle beyond.

B0-987T the stenciled lettering reads. And below, in flowing script, is “The Morrigan”.

She's a Javellin class, medium weapons fire support unit. She isn't meant to be on the front lines in a skirmish, but one-on-one, she can hold her own against a Wraith. Which is exactly what happened only a few hours ago.

I place a bare palm on the bulkhead. She thrums with some distant vibration. Her reactor is still online, still in the early stages of drawdown as she transitions to dock power.

“Hey beautiful,” I say to her.

I think of the pilot. I think of piercing blue eyes and I think of neural bleed.

I flinch my hand away.

The tech looks at me, asks if I'm alright. I'm fine, I tell him.

I climb through the hatch and into the cradle.

I feel like an interloper here. The cradle isn't calibrated for my body. Everything still smells like the pilot. Mingled with the smell of the machine is her sweat and her adrenaline and the particular scented soap that she prefers.

There is a faint whirring as her cameras track my movements from a dozen angles. The access ports open to receive me.

Against my better judgment, I imagine eagerness for this exchange.

This is immediately followed by an all too familiar sense of inadequacy. The engineers’ rig is not nearly as all encompassing as a pilots’. It's only the most basic neural interface. No haptics. No neurotransmitter feedback. No access to the suite of sensors studded throughout her hull.

I can't interface with her the way her pilot can.

My rig is a remnant from basic training. The pilot corps wanted me for my exceptional ratings in synchrony and neuro-elasticity, but after serval training exercises, they determined that I didn't have the temperament for the battlefield. I froze up too easily.

A neural rig is a massive investment and removing one will fuck a person up a hell of a lot more than installing one. The selection process is designed to weed out washouts before we even get to installation, but some of us still slip through the cracks. Most end up reassigned to logistics, operating loader mechs or piloting long haul supply frigates. But my aptitudes made me ideal for the engineering corps, so here I am.

Morrigan senses my mood and the cradle shifts slightly, aligning itself to my dimensions. Her eagerness to connect morphs into a sort of tender reassurance. It's a slippery slope, ascribing human emotions to these machines, but she does seem genuinely happy to see me.

I can never be part of what she and her pilot have, but I can be part of something in my own way.

The pilot knows about me, she would even without neural bleed. Does she envy the relationship I have with her mech? Does she envy that I can exist both together and apart with the machine?

Is she jealous of us?

Morrigan slips her jacks into my rig and my mind enters hers and I feel tension leave my body. Some dull ache that I wasn't even consciously aware of ebbs within me.

My senses dull and my visual cortex is fed a series of diagnostic logs and telemetry streams. The techs have access to the exact same data, but Morrigan highlights particular data points that she and the pilot flagged. I log them in the engineering report.

A wireframe schematic of the battlefield spreads out in my awareness. Green markers for our battlegroup. Red markers for the pack of Wraith interlopers.

I hear the ghost of music, strange and ambient, like whale song. The first time I heard it, I asked the techs about it. They had no idea what I was talking about. One even suggested I get an eval for some psych leave.

Later I realized Morrigan was singing to me. Or rather she was interpreting tightbeam comm links as something my brain could process. A human mind can't possibly interpret the full datastream, but with Morrigans's rendition, I can suss out the basic meanings. The battlegroup is a choir and Morrigan is playing me their song.

I caused quite a stir when I first made that connection and started flagging battle events the analysts had missed.

I survey the battlefield before me, reconstructed from feeds from TacCom and all the individual mechs.

Morrigan and I have done this enough times that she knows my preferred display layout, but she holds back, allowing me to pull off the virtual displays on my peripheral vision. There's an odd sort of intimacy to it, her letting me take charge like this.

God-knows how many tons of metal and ceramic and miles and miles of wire and optic fiber and see waits eagerly for me to start the playback sim. She wants to show off. She wants me to assess the actions of her and her pilot and tell them they did well.

Other engineers, few as we are, have mentioned similar experiences with their assigned machines.

“Alright,” I whisper so that only she can hear. “Show me the dance. Sing me the song.”

(Next)

[notapradagurl7]

Birthday Head.

Black Fem! ReaderWife! x Terry RichmondHusband!

Summary: You decide to give your husband something special in ways more than one for his birthday but he has other plans.

A/N: another late b-day fic for our man Terry, hope you enjoy my loves, ☺️ this one is straight to it, lol🤣 don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!🫡

Warnings: smut, praise, dirty talk, slight fluff, dark!Terry, fingering, scolding, choking kink, all porn, not plot, consensual, intimacy, oral(fem & male receiving, morning sex, both are very horny.

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You gently nudged the bedroom door opened with your knee, holding a white porcelain plate of a cupcake with a white frosting, a small plethora of colorful sprinkles peppered around the icing, with a fiery candle ablaze, Terry was doing sit up on the soft white fibers of the bedroom floor, grunting with every effort.

Your husband was so sexy doing exercises in the bedroom, the way his muscles tensed as beads of sweat pooled at the brim of his forehead.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday Terry!” You sang playfully with the best of your ability, walking closer.

Those memorizing green ish blue eyes of his locked with your browns, his warm smile curled up at your kindness. “Thank you, beautiful,” He said, his voice raised an octave.

He stood up from his position, walking over to you. Towering over you like he was a giant but he was gentle.

“Make a wish,” you said with a sinful grin.

Terry closed his eyes, and then blew out the candle, as smoke flew from it, you gently placed the plate on the dresser, and flickered your eyes toward him.

“Is there anything else you would like to do for your birthday?” you asked him.

Terry smirked at what you asked of him, he already had his cupcake and wanted to eat you too. He stepped toward you, towering over you again.

“Can eat you for my birthday?” He asked, smirking.

“Yes, you can,” You exclaimed with a smirk.

You were definitely prepared to do the best of the best, you knew that Terry would appreciate your effort.

Your back slouched against the pillow, feeling the fabric of his white tank top against your knee, his eyes low as he watched climb onto the bed, he hovered over you. Pulling down your shorts and panties.

He dove his head between your legs, latching his lips around your clit as you gasped softly, his hands gripping your thighs. His tongue gliding along your wet folds, “Fuck, Terry..” you moaned softly, legs shaking. He decorated his tastebuds with your juices.

“Mmm..” Terry hummed in response, sending vibrations through your body, your hands clenched the sheets tight. His name in between a plethora of moans.

“W-what about you..fuck..” you moaned in between, your nails digging at his neck. You didn't want to cum just yet.

He grinned against your wet clit, before nodding. Licking his lips clean of your essence, he followed suit, laying in the middle of the bed while both of you stripped bare.

Giving a playful smirk, your knees rested between his waist, you turned around and positioned yourself over him, your ass in front of his face, he was in daze by the way your back arched perfectly. Aligning your bodies in the sixty-nine position.

You lowered yourself down, keeping your hands planted on the blanket. Kissing his tip tenderly before swirling your tongue around him, hearing his low grunts, raspy groans from the warmth of your mouth, that only made Terry want to work harder.

His hands gripped your waist tight, lowering your ass closer to his face before you fully took him in your mouth, his mouth French kissing your wet folds and his tongue flickered at your clit, "Just like that..fuck," he groaned, both of you shudder under each other. The feeling was intoxicating and the vibration pushed you closer to the edge.

You watched his glossy precum seep from his slit, and your tongue eagerly tasted it that flowed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. "Good boy, you taste so good.." you praised, kissing his tip again.

His hips buckled forward in your mouth, his moans escaped in raspy breaths and a plethora of cuss words spilled from his lips. Your cheeks hollowing around his dick, "Damn, Y/N, you look beautiful like this.." moving your head in a faster pace, causing a trickle of saliva to cascade down to his wetted balls.

Terry took it up a notch, his hands moved to your thighs, his tongue gliding expertly across your folds making you gasp, both of you vying for the upper hands, clenching the sheets with fervor, "Terry..shit.." you moaned lowly, pushed your hips down further, seeking more of his touch, spanked your ass. You shook in response when he sucked your clit roughly.

The combination of his mouth on you and your mouth on him was overwhelming, quivering from every lick, suck and nibble, flick. "You’re doing so good, Terry.." you said lightly, You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach. Terry moaned at the praise you gave him, he had a praise kink.

Terry craved you like a drug, he watched your saliva trickle and coat his dick. Just as his dick reached the back of your throat, a prolonged, breathless moan escaped him.

"Keep going..baby," he encouraged, his voice muffled as he resumed thrusting his tongue in and out of your wet folds fast. Feeling a rush of pride at his praise, “Good..boy..” you mumbled, his dick throbbed, Your thighs shaking in his hands, you went faster and took him deeper.

The peak of pleasure drew near for him, evident in the way his eyes closing shut. As his warm ropes of cum erupted onto your tongue, you instinctively swallowed every ounce. He groaned audibly against your clit and sent a vibration through you. Panting heavily, bodies shaking.

As your climax caught up with you as you gripped the sheets, you pulled back momentarily, gasping for air and groaned wildly. "T-Terry..m-more baby.." you mewled, moving your hips to feel more, your essence released onto his mouth, your man cleaned, sucked, and swallowed all it.

Your body collapsed beside him, panting and chests raising, eyes half-lidded locked with Terry's. He cupped your face, kissing your lips passionately before pulling away.

Terry turned to you, a delighted grin on his face. "You good? And I win,"

You kissed your teeth, shaking your head, "Y-yeah, and you came first so I won, baby,"

"Y/N, you came right after me, too quickly. And you stopped immediately," Terry brought up, grabbing his sweatpants and sat up from the bed, he cleaned up the mess.

"If you'd say so, but I need a rematch boo," You declared with a chuckle, swinging your feet in the air. Watching the man slide up his sweatpants and boxers, making a beeline for the shower.

His laughter filled the room, making you smile and your heart swell. "Anytime, babe, anytime."

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[4pfsukuna]

Kings get jealous too

Yall voted and honestly the thought of Jealous!sukuna was tooooo good to not write. Reader is black (happy black history month btw). Sukuna does not like to share… or have anyone touch whats his why would a king have to?

The vibrations of my phone for the 3rd time was finally begining to annoy me so with eyes still closed i reach around the bed only to slap something warm and firm.

“Still here sweetheart” i hear the raspy voice of sukuna i dont need to look at him to know hes smirking and my eyes shoot open making direct eye contact.

Finally reaching for my phone hoping to get some sort of clarity i see 100 missed calls, 43 text messages, 17 instagram post. The safest option was to go through my messages as i try to gain memory of why this idiot was in bed next to me.

“Oh sweetheart do you not remember?” He chides cockily and i sit up seeing a picture that nearly killed me. My tongue out… against Sukunas sternum in a secluded corner of the club with him smirking devilishly at me and the next of him carrying me out his hands firm on my ass.

The club.

The club!

Housing yuji had been no problem at all, owing a favor to Gojo i was glad when this was all he needed. Yuji itadori was sweet kind always cleaned after himself and was a genuine pleasure to have around even cooking when away on missions.

The issue? The fact that he was a vessel for a 1000 year old king of curses that was a complete pain in the ass who gets a thrill out of you especially finding out i was kazumi Honoka and had i not resented my family could easily match Gojo or top him . The Honoka clan known for the most powerful flame and fire weilding sorcerers every few generations, squeaky clean image rich and arrogant just as the other powerful clans.

“Sukuna the only reason your not dead is because i havent found a way to exercise you from yuji i know for a fact i could kill you” i seethe only to be met with silence. I hated being ignored and he would do it on purpose as if his pathetic ass being housed by a child was better than me. Growling i pull a dagger from my waist band and swing it at Yuji necks who looks at me in fear but Sukunas mouth breaks through his neck biting the dager making it crumble into a million pieces as if it was nothing more than a cracker.

“You dont even know how to fully weild your cursed energy sweetheart, i could have you dead in 10 seconds and with the remaining 9 dance over your corpse” his mouth cackles from the side of Yujis neck.

This was a typical tuesday morning for us.

“Yet you’re only a pathetic excuse of what you used to be. King of curses yet you’ve been trapped inside of yuji for years how lame” i degrade a sneer on my face as i adjust my shirt.

“I— should we do something about this” Megumi ask from next to Nobara on the couch who looks concered and ready to break us up but not sure how plates of breakfast getting cold. It wasnt even 11am yet.

“No. This is a typical Tuesday it’s kind of like foreplay for them. Usually she ignores him or teases back unless she had a difficult mission” Yuji informs them before shoving another pancake in his mouth and of course he noticed the differences in our interactions i was the only one Sukuna really interacted with anyway.

“How was it?” Nobara looks at me and i sigh. I nearly died because i lost my footing tripping over my own tube of fenty lip gloss, how could i ever admit that.

“Pffft, struggling with a puny curse yet you think you could take me on? You make me laugh, brat” and thats what makes me lose it and ignite the fire flames on my hands my eyes matching as i do cause a groan from Yuji.

“I havent even finished breakfast yet can i atlea—“

I cut him off.

“Release him” i fume cracking my knucles making the flames bigger my breakfast completely forgotten about.

“Yeah release me brat so i can finally have my moment with her” he snaps back at yuji and this time I smirk the fire on my hands dulling.

“If thats what you wanted that’s all you had to say, it’s childish to be mean to a girl you like. Unfortunately you’re not my type” i grin patting Yuji cheek where Sukunas mouth was only to feel his sharp teeth nip at my hand.

“Youre nothing like the women i had keeping my bed warm just like you’re silly little technique you wouldnt know what to do with me” he chides back the two on the couch getting whiplash from how fast our conversation changes and how quick our comebacks are for another.

“See, foreplay” Yuji utters to them as he finishes his plate of pancakes satisfied with his belly being full leaning back on his seat.

“Well we were going to celebrate you getting back and figure you could use a night out since returning from your mission, but it looks like you definitely need it” Megumi speaks up motioning between myself and Yuji.

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Giggling with Nobara as we take a 6th shot of casamigos to see who would tap out first watching a woman try to flirt with  Megumi who's completely oblivious or just awkward at flirting.

“What's the deal with you and Sukuna? Girl to girl like i didn't even know he spoke unless he had full control” she prys bumping my shoulder which i roll my eyes at.  “Please Yuji told me how he always has an eye on you, always ask about you when you're not around and flirts with you relentlessly”

“He also pesters me” i add sipping the lemon drop the bartender placed infront of us mentioning it was on the house.

“Anything to keep your attention” she smirks while taking another shot. “It’s why he’s taken over Yuji yet instead of burning the entire world down he’s watching you”.

And he is, black tattoos adorned his body as he sits on the sofa eyes piercing through the crowd focused directly on me. Maybe it was the curiosity maybe it was the alcohol but i was tempted to test her theory. 

Swiping another coat of lipgloss over my lips and adjusting my shirt so my boobs were perked up with a quick hair fluff i turn to the guy at the end of the bar Whos been covering our tab for drinks.

“Hello handsome” i grin taking the stool next to him watching the instant lust build in his eyes. I could still

Feel his eyes on me and its only right to give him a show.

The man on the stool looks over at me, double taking before adjusting his posture to give me his full attention.

“My my tonight must be my lucky night an angel like you gracing me with your presence” he praises the strong smell of alcohol on his breath as he twirls one of my dark curls around his finger releasing it with a spring.

“Move” and Sukunas glare is deadly biceps rippling under the club light his shirt long gone.

“Hey pal” the man says setting a hand on Sukunas shoulder unaware of just what was about to happen and i couldnt even warn him my eyes never left the king of curses. 

Without breaking eye contact he grabs the mans hand crushing it the sound of bones crushing couldn’t be hidden by the loud music but i still could only focus on sukuna.

“Wipe the smug look off your face” he grumbles stepping closer the heat of his body rolling off onto me.

“Lord Sukuna, king of curses the almighty and powerful isnt… jealous?” I giggle watching as he takes the shot left behind by the man scowling as he takes the shot next to it as well.

“Dont humor me, he was weak and undeserving. Plus if something happened to you Yuji would never shut up” he… rambles? Oh he was so jealous. Fire literally comes out of my hand unless that man controlled water and in copious amount what harm would he truly bring me.

 “So if i were to go home with him and sleep with him you wouldnt be jealous in the slightest? And i mean hours of letting him have his way with me—“ to which he scoffs rolling his eyes in disgust.

Sukuna wasnt a man of many words more so action so i could talk all i wanted but the best reaction id get was from action. And i knew just how to pull it from him.

“Not even if i did this?” I ask but before he has a chance i bend down coming eye level with his abdomen and drag my tongue from the begining of the black mark to where it ends on his chest smirking when i come eye level with him watching as something dark ignites in his eyes.

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When we get home theres not a surface left untouched that he doesnt have me against. Pressing me into the front door as he bites down my neck licking and sucking over my pulse.

“Suk—mmmm” the moan comes out of me as he tugs on my earlobe with his mouth his hands feeling like hot fire on my body. He begins to pull me further in but i pull back giggling at his look of dissatisfaction. 

“I gotta take m’shoes off” im sure i slur my words slightly only to be picked up and placed on the top of the black velvet couch my feet on the seat cushion giving him easier access. Im shocked by how gentle he is untying the straps from around my calfs before he gets frustrated ripping them off.

“SUKUNA!” I yell watching the coy smirk on his face and he leaves a kiss on my calf.

“Whaaaat?” Before another kiss is placed on my knee followed by my inner thigh and right when i think hes going to go under my skirt he switches to my other leg the warmth spreading in my core and i wanted him to stop teasing. 

“Sukuna” i groan but it instead comes out as a sigh feeling his thumbs massage into my inner thigh extremely close to my core as i feel his breath over my underwear.

“Tell me.” He grunts against my core the vibrations shaking my whole insides and maybe my body was just sensitive to him because i could definitely cum just like that. “Tell me what i want”

And hes placing kisses over my pussy through my underwear moaning and something about him wanting me so bad he would kiss me through my underwear turned me on even more. I’m sure he could tell because its not long before his tongue is poking at the sides making me shiver.

“Give me what i want” i counter to prideful to beg alcohol be damned the arrogant grin on his face doesnt budge as he pulls me down so im on the seat easily throwing my legs over his shoulders. Long fingers brush my wet folds as he hooks his finger in my underwear, a lewd comment about me being so wet for him my thongs were clinging to it in a way his tongue would replace.

And hes not lying, he places one long lick from my hole all the way up to my clit, a light swirl around before placing a peck and I feel electric. My head luls back as he uses two fingers to spread my lips open giving easier access to my clit which he sucks kisses licks and moans against.

“Fuck” he groans against it placing a wide open mouth tongue kiss on my pussy and i arch into him? Away? Im not sure my eyes slam shut when i realize hes kissing my pussy the same way he was kissing me against the door and the pure lewdness of his mouth being full of me. The wet smacking sounds were being drowned out by my moans and cries of his name and with a particular flick of his tongue on my clit i launch forward squeezing my thighs around his head which seems to entertain more than bother him.

“Eyes on me” he moans against me tapping my thighs twice and i couldnt even remember shutting them. His lips apply more pressure as my hands get lost in his hair holding him in place which seems to egg him on his motions becoming filthier with every flick of his tongue.

He pushes me back before his wide palms squeeze my thighs grunting as he continues his assault licking me in ways that would leave a mark on my mind before tongue-fucking me which is what sends me into the spiral of cuming for the first time. (And embarassingly fast)

“So delicious” he murmurs licking up every drop and i can feel my heart pounding in my ears as i try to catch my breath. It took him less than five minutes to have me in a puddle, figuratively and literally and my brain scrambled. 

Pulling me forward by my chin he places an aggressive kiss on my lips leaving me dizzy as i taste myself on his lips until he quickly pulls back standing up beckoning me to follow him.

“We need to get you to bed” he speaks and i miss the taunt in his voice taking it as being scolded instead which makes me stop the cold of the hallway floor settling on the pads of my feet.

“What?!” I snap and he raises a brow facing me the taunt evident on his face.

“Unless you want something from me, tell me sweetheart” And it’s nothing more than an attempt to get me to beg but i was entirely not going to. I would never, no matter how mad i wanted him to rearrange my insides.

“No?” He ask cupping my jaw roughly his thumb grazing my bottom lip rubbing the juices on my lip— the moment he fucks up.

Using my tongue to wrap it arround his thumb before sucking it into my mouth watching the desire come full force in his eyes. I release it with a small pop sound a string of saliva connecting his finger to my lip his eyes never moving from it.

“I mean i know you like when i lick your marks up your chest but what about down?” I whisper before my tongue drags down the black lines down to the waist band of the pants pulling them down watching his dick spring out yet the weight, length and girth stops it from springing completely against his abdomen. 

My mouth waters at the sight and i feel myself sink down to my knees keeping eye contact wrapping my acrylic fingers around it. Theres a drip of precum as i slowly begin to pump that i chase with my thumb smearing it against the tip.

Removed from my trance i feel his large hand cup my jaw roughly and the other replace my hand over his length giving a few slow pumps so i eagerly stick out my tongue knowing exactly what he wants to do.  He taps it on my tongue twice before slowly pushing it in my mouth keeping direct eye contact the whole time listening to the way his breath stops as he hits the back of my throat. He feels heavy in my mouth in the most delicious way causing me to moan and give a slight suck.

Its the soft groan that he makes that encourages me to take control pulling back slighty before pushing him all the way down my throat one hand at the base making a twisting motion while the other massages his balls this time earning a “fuck baby” and i almost tease him about it but my mouth was… full.

Pulling back once more for air i swirl my tongue around the tip collecting every drop of precum before licking my way down to his balls and taking them in my mouth. His leg twitches and his eyes are on me with a blown eyed gaze as i swish them around my mouth sending him a wink the smirk coming back.

“Youre such a— fuck… brat taking my dick like this in the…” he stops for a second going to reach for my hair and i almost send a glare until i realize hes just moving it off my shoulders. Hollowing my cheeks and sucking hes brought back to his words. “In the hallway, so hungry for me arent you” he growls 

Moving my mouth back onto his length taking him 4 more times down my throat my hand replacing where my mouth previously was before continuing a bobbing motion. The pace of my bobbing matching the pace of my hand twisting before his hands start caressing my cheeks using it as leverage.

“Such a good girl” he begins stuttering eyes rolling back head falling against the wall. His hips began moving and im not even sure he realizes it and hes fucking my face at a quick pace muttering words in a language that i couldnt identify— maybe something prehistoric.

“Throat so.. mmf… so good, such a good brat. FUCk” he growls when i gag but doesnt stop for a second just continues his rambling. “My brat, youre taking every inch so fucking… so fucking” he holds my head in place as if hes trying not to cum to quick.

Shit thats exactly what hes doing!

Tapping his thigh to gain his attention, the same way he did to me I internally smirk the moment his eyes meet mine and I know exactly what kind of thing would make him release. Slowly pushing down until my nose hits his pelvis as I pull back I give him the longest blink I can exaggerate without looking crazy letting the tears prick my eyes without falling giving the base of his dick and balls a slight squeeze moaning the entire time.

“You fucking demon— nnghhhh”he moans as ropes of his cum shoot down my throat his hips twitching as he holds me in place trying to keep his eyes on me. after hes satisfied everydrop is in my mouth not a single one gone to waste He finally lets my face go before im being pulled up by the front of my shirt. His lips are on mine as hes groping me like my clothes dont exist his hands running all over my body pulling me in closer. 

His tongue swirls in my mouth and its like a mix of both of us before i playfully bite down on his bottom lip feeling him harden against my hip making me grin. He likes it rough i could be as rough as i wanted and hed probably just love it even more.

My legs wrap around his waist the moment he picks me up walking the rest of the way to my room and placing me on the bed pulling me shirt over my head and to inpatient for my skirt and underwear he rips them off. Climbing over me he places a few teasing bites up my neck marking up what hadn't already been marked before pulling back slightly to line himself up with my entrance.

I assume hes going to tease but the squelch and sudden burn of him pushing in makes the corner of my eyes prick with tears only brought back by the sounds of his grunts.

“And you fucking thought id let you go hone with another man and hed have this view of you cock drunk already and all ive done was slide halfway in” he chuckles darkly and i look at where we are connected.

HALFWAY?

“Eyes on me brat” and my leg is thrown over his shoulder before he leans forward giving me a bruising thrust. Well clearly i bit off more than i could chew. His thrust are fast and heavy but not painful. He rolls his hips and my hands fly up to his chest.

Hold on what was this. He sends a handful more thrust just like that with the same force… no not force pressure and i can feel my mouth watering. These werent the quick hard and fast strokes i was expecting. Sure they were rough but—

His large hand throws my other leg over his shoulder pulling a high pitched moan from me and he was entirely to deep inside of me. Its a particular thrust that hits a spot deep inside of me causing my eyes to cross and i nearly push him off of me had it not been for our position.

“Ahhhh looks like i found that sweet spot” he taunts thrusting into it again and i bite my bottom lip trying to hold in the moans. “Cute attempt” and before i could ask what he means he leans forward so were chest to chest and if he wasnt deep before he definitely was now.

“Fuck” he growls against my ear continuing his assault my eyes only catching the way every muscle ripples in his back. He was making his mark and not just sucking and biting but engraving his self in my memory. Every thrust every roll of his hips its like he was trying to make sure i wouldnt forget drunk or sober. Its slight caresses that turn to grips, hip rolls that turn to strong thrust that rattle my whole body bites thats followed by his tongue flicking over them.

The orgasm begins to build and i feel the wetness already sliding down making him grunt picking up the pace. 

“S-sukuna!” It rocks through me before i have time to warn him but he doesnt stop just continues to fuck me through it his chuckles a distant thought it my head.

“You were so jealous” i mutter through heavy pants the only thought i could hold onto before he's pulling out and i'm flipped onto my stomach his length pushed back in this time his hand snaking under me to play with my clit his strokes different this time. 

His fingers are going fast yet his strokes are slow are taunting his balls slapping against me the contrast sends me into another orgasm my brain telling me to fight back. 

“The next time you think IM jealous of another man some puny mortal remember i can make you cum in 30 seconds” he grunts in my ear and i know theres a glare on his face. But he doesnt stop he alternates the pace of his fingers and thrust making me moan out trying to hold back long forgotten.

“You look so delicious” he moans and the sound has my toes curling. He drops half of his weight on me as his other hand comes around grabbing my neck lifting me up so I can see our reflections in the mirror. His maroon eyes were dark and getting darker with lust as we made eye contact through the mirror and for a second my mind turns to mush the only thought was how good he felt with every thrust and pinch of my clit.

“Look at you… fuck falling apart under me” he grunts a smile building on his lips before he licks them gripping tighter on my neck. “You look so perfect taking my cock like this. Getting so… youre making such a mess on me. Youre pussy is so tight and warm and the way youre clenching when i talk… shit. You must like my voice” his grin grows and i look away but the way i clench around him gives me away im sure.

His hand moves from my clit leaving three stinging SMACKS. His grip grows tighter on my throat forcing me to look at him again in the mirror, his hand squeezing over my cheeks.

“Sukuna” i snap or try to but it only comes out as a stuttering moan which satisfies him. 

“Don't look away” he growls and when hes sure im not going to try again he places his hand back on my clit.

“Im not jealous,” he tries to prove his point but it was lost on me i didnt even care i was in complete bliss.

“I can fuck you better than him. He was just going to turn into a boy and jackrabbit you. He wouldnt know what to do with all the woman you are. Me…JEALOUS? No im leaving my mark youre going to remember every touch, lick, bite, shit and thrust. Thats real punishment. Ruining you for every man after me. They couldnt fuck you like this” he rants a deranged look in his eyes before his speed increases and of course.

He wasnt some 20 something year old guy he was a 1000 year old curse with years of experience in torture. Brute force was a mere quick thing and nothing about this was quick.

“Sukuna im going to…” i whine kicking my legs feeling the pressure build up and it was becoming to much for me. I try to thrust back to push him off but that sinister smile grows the widest ive ever seen and instead he pulls me to my knees by my hip. It instead becomes leverage as he uses his other hand to push my back down creating an arch as his pace comes to the fastest its been all night finally pushing in all the way the tip hitting the spot that made my eyes cross again.

“Oh… OH” he chuckles as he watches my fist curling in the blankets the moans no longer quiet but loud screams im sure my neighbors would complain about tomorrow but i couldnt care. 

“Feels good doesnt it, i should make you beg to cum, i should edge you. I shouldnt even.. fuck.. youre lucky youre so pretty i shouldnt even let you cum for even entertaining him. Were you trying to piss me off?” He growls but it all falls on deaf ears. My own shrieks of pleasure are the only thing i can register.

“But since youre here… under me and that stunt you pulled? At that silly little club? Ill be nice just this once brat.” He moans his thrust becoming sloppy as if the thought of me licking him turns him on. 

“Cum for me” he pinches my clit sending me into my demise the hot ropes of cum from him shooting inside of me as his grunts get louder while he rides out our orgasms. 

“Good girl” is the last thing i hear before darkness takes over.

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Sukuna isnt prepared to glance at the clock at 4:37am. Sure he wasnt fully sleep but being prepared for the brown skinned fire sorceress to wake him up 10 minutes ago for another round was the last thing he expected.

Sukuna loved every second of it. She wasnt like past women who wanted to made sure they just pleased him oh no she wanted to conquer him.  find every kink, every sensitive spot any twist of her hips or clutching of his core that made him putty for her and exploit it. Biting him, sucking on his neck, hair pulls and even slight chocking— ok it was nothing slight about it at all, even when she pins his arms above his head he was losing his senses because everything was her.

She had the audacity to try this and look so fucking good doing it. It was no longer him fucking her but dhe was fucking him and damn did it feel good. She was marking him every inch of his body stating her claim and he nearly felt pride, his brat, fuck did she know how to get him going. So prideful she wouldnt even cum again until he did even if that means he did have to snake one of his hand down to pinch her clit watching her tears come down her face as she fights so strongly.

Sukunas proud and for a moments forget this isnt his body just a mere vessel but hes so proud of her he wants to drop his whole load and really claim her as his own but things are a bit complicated right now. But hes so prpud of her being so strong taking every inch and seeing the lengths of her stubotness but fuck does he want her to cum. He needs to feel the way she cums arounds him and watch as the cream builds up at where their bodies meet, he needs to see that pure look of bliss and feel the desperation as her body clings to his. But he can talk her through it.

“H-hey sweetheart, look at me” he growls angry she had him stuttering and with a sharp thrust upward to meet hers she whines looking down at him.

“What?! Y-youre —-mmmm fuck… youre fucking up my pace” she seeethes through clutch teeth pulling roughly on the hair at the nape of his neck his moans unable to be hid at the pure pleasure.

“Sorry sweetheart” he falsely apologized repeating the thrist again feeling her clench. “Just wanna say youre doing so good, taking me dick so good just like you should” he sits up watching as she adjust using his shoulders for leverage.

“Listen to it… every sound, squelch— youre gripping me soooo tight. I could fuck you all night, loose myself in it. Its so wet and warm and your taking every inch like a good brat for me, my brat” he breathes in her ear before bringing her jaw so theyre eye to eye once more.

“I cant wait to watch you cum for me again, make a mess all over your dick.” He tells her watching as she tries to close her eyes and he sends another rough thrust forcing her eyes back open.

“You have 5 seconds to give it all to me” he tells her darkly left hand going to her clit as a threat not rubbing or moving just pressing into her.

“4” and she presses her forehead against his

“3” he smirks as her hips become erattic the whimpers increasing from her mouth.

“Sukuna!” She snaps digging her nails into his back holding on tighter to him. He grins kissing the side of her head thumb not moving from her clit but pressing harder.

“2” and the wet sounds increase  letting him know he was more than capable of talking her… counting her through it.

“I hate you” she moans releasing all over him sending him into an orgasm as well thrusting his hips so they can both ride it through only stopping when he feels her body slump against his.

“I hate you so much” she speaks through ragged breaths as he leans back never pulling out and he chuckles kissing her head again pushing her hair out of her face.

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“So youre telling me…” i trail off completely speachless when all the memories from last night come back and i can feel everywhere he touched like it was burned into my skin.

His arms rest behind his head the holds that cocky smirk and lazy look in his eye as if i forgot his moans.

“You fucked me like that because you were jealous?” I giggle once more watching as his glare comes back

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[cultkinkcoven]

Fuck EVERYTHING is a LESSON

RAAAA

okay, so I'm looking back on my dream journal and ritual reports and shit aandd da aaaaa.. Lucifer is so aaaa.

In retrospect its always so crazy to see his prophecies and sneaky little advice unfold. And of course its so erotic. NSFW Trigger Warning by the waY.

The other night I had a dream/ trance thing  where I wasn't really trying to channel or contact anyone in particular, I was kind of just meditating. I found myself in a place I have been a couple times before. a sort of living room, study area, filled with large bookcases, a big couch, a fireplace, plush carpets. Usually, whenever I find myself in this place, I am accompanied by Lord Lucifer. But today, I found myself in the presence of Prince Cerberus (Naberius), who appeared to me as a large black Hound. Just one head today. I was slightly disappointed Lucifer wasn’t there.

Before Cerberus was a kind of device that seemed to be  the fusion of a speaker, and an electric machine. Prince Cerberus explained to me that the machine worked quite similarly to a cymatic device. By inputting my own energy through my hands, the machine would vibrate at a certain frequency and create a pattern with a beam of light. My task was to input a specific amount of energy that would create a vibration that would, when pointed at a lit candle, cause the flame to be put out. 

Before the machine was also a screen which displayed a wave pattern. Cerberus explained to me that this was the solution, he had already given it to me, and it was my task to recreate it. He advised me that this would take quite a bit of practice, and you did not expect me to achieve it in this session. I suppose the idea behind this exercise was to learn how to more precisely control the flow of energy through my body, and to visualize it and a form similar to sound. 

I sat on the floor before the machine and tested it out a couple times. He told me to focus my energy into my hands and through my fingertips, connected to the copper plates that measured the flow of energy. As I did, a weak pattern could be seen  in the beam of light. it was really wicked to behold.  Then after playing around a bit, I got more serious and started to explore the different ways in which my energy manifested through the machine. More effort created a sharper wave, too little would be too subtle to notice. The different beams affected the candle flame, made it wave and bloom, but not go out. It was actually kind of fun and challenging. 

After a while, what I would think to be about 30 minutes or so, Prince Cerberus rose from his spot on the carpet and commented that he would check up on me later.  He also advised me that I might be here a while, and if I didn't achieve the correct pattern in long enough time, I was free to leave. Don’t be too hard on myself or whatever.

I probably stayed there making attempts for what may have been three or so hours. I don't know if this makes any sense, but while within this astral experience or dream, I also began to feel sleepy. After a while I was slouching, and while I tried to remain focused I felt like I was draining myself. I think I literally was. By the end of it, the candle was almost burnt out and I rested on my stomach on the soft carpet, basically snoozing. 

Then I felt someone enter the room, but. I knew it wasn't Cerberus. Their energy crept up on me, lofty and lowly like a serpent. I’m not entirely sure at what point I lost my robe. Before my eyes had time to open I felt a weight on my back and rear, and skin like warmth and stiffness between my thighs. When my eyes did open I found that my undergarments had been pulled down. A breathless hum crept into my ear and my legs were separated further. A hum escaped me too as his movements became more familiar. Lord Lucifer was already inside me before I was really lucid. I felt cozy, I was pleasantly surprised by his presence. 

“I missed you, Father” I lazily whispered, and he cupped my face in his hand. 

“I missed you too, my sweet boy,” he purred through gentle strokes. “What are you doing, love?”

He gestured to the machine. I pushed myself against him closer. I didn’t need to use words to explain, he understood everything through a look. He found it interesting, smiling and taking my hand in his. He placed my finger on the metal plate whilst still holding me, still inside me, and told me to try once more. So I obeyed, still not really paying all that much attention to the machine, but enjoying the feeling of his energy travelling through me. The candle bloomed and waved before finally succumbing to the energy and being put out.

Lucifer looked down at me, seeming to expect some kind of reaction, but I was so overwhelmed by his actions that I could only kiss him. He chuckled and continued his original action, kissing and biting my neck and shoulders.

When Prince Cerberus returned, Lord Lucifer had me laid up in his arms on the couch, finished with his activity and I in total bliss. Cerberus approached the unlit candle with suspicion. 

“He didn’t do it,” Lucifer commented, “It didn’t count, he used my assistance.”

“So the boy cheated?” Cerberus asked, seeming somewhat surprised that I would dare. Lucifer smiled.

“No, no. It’s my fault. I wanted to show him how, I couldn't help myself. Don’t hold it against him. Let him rest,” he answered. Cerberus blew air out of his nose. I cuddled closer to Lucifer.

“He made good attempt today, next time he will do better. Leave us,” Lucifer said, and Prince Cerberus finally agreed, deciding to let Lucifer take over me.

—

Okay wild, right? I was going to keep this to myself... because I didn't really.. see the significance of this just random appearance of Lucifer during this exercise with Prince Cerberus.. I kind of just assumed it was my subconscious being really horny.. But..

 now.. looking back at this in retrospect.. he was giving me a fucking hint… like,

 I spent all that time messing with that machine and trying to figure out how to best channel my energy through it, and my consistent problem was just exhaustion.. I was drained, and Lucifer didn't immediately fill my battery or anything, but it was much easier to allow the flow of energy when I was focusing on or feeling an intense emotion, in this case pleasure. Immediately after this, having my little crash out about my family and feeling melancholy about all that shit, I realized that he was giving me a little preemptive advice that would help me advance through both the experiment and my own inner turmoil.

I have this great reservoir of intense emotion now lol,  and although it is not positive, it is very strong. I have this thing now and I have no choice but to have it, so I might as well use it. The next time I return to that experiment I can bet that Lucifer's methods will come in handy. In a way, he did help me cheat in the end.

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[xamiah]

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞

𝐋𝐲𝐝𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕

'𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬. 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.'

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The rest of the day drags like a slow, suffocating punishment. This place has a way of stretching time, making every hour feel twice as long, every task designed to grind us down. Archery, rope courses, some pathetic trust-building exercise - one pointless activity after another, all under the guise of 'fun'.

No one's buying it.

I keep my head down, doing just enough to avoid trouble, but my mind won't let go of earlier - the run, the near escape, that brief, intoxicating taste of freedom before it all came crashing down.

By the time supper rolls around, all I want is to eat in silence and pretend I don't exist. But Nightwing doesn't work like that.

"Lydia."

The second I step into the cafeteria, a sharp voice cuts through the noise.

I look up, stomach twisting. One of the camp leaders - a broad, stocky guy with a blank expression - stands by the door. He doesn't need to say anything else. I already know what's coming.

"Cafeteria duty," he says, voice flat. "You've got plates to wash."

Anger rises sharp and fast in my chest, my body practically vibrating with the urge to snap back, to tell him to go fuck himself. But I don't. Not because I don't want to, but because I already know how this plays out. I've been here before, in places like this, under the control of people like him. They want a reaction. They want the satisfaction of knowing they got under my skin.

I won't give them that.

So instead, I nod stiffly and trail behind him, boots heavy against the floor as he leads me toward the kitchen.

The cafeteria noise fades behind me, replaced by the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. The air is thick with industrial soap, stale food, and grease cooked deep into the walls. Workers move around me in silence, barely sparing a glance.

The leader gestures at the sink, stacked high with dirty trays. "Get to work." Then he's gone.

I roll up my sleeves, plunge my hands into freezing water, and start scrubbing. The motions are mindless, automatic, but my thoughts won't settle. They circle back, over and over, replaying every second of my failed escape - the trees blurring past me, the wind slicing my skin, the rush of it all. And then the crash. The failure. The humiliation of being dragged back like a lost cause.

I grit my teeth and scrub harder.

Time blurs. Plates. Rinse. Stack. Repeat. The hum of the lights drills into my skull. My arms ache, my back stiffens, but I don't stop. If I stop, I'll think.

And I don't want to think.

Suddenly, I hear voices. Low, hushed. At first, they're just background noise. But something about them makes me pause. They aren't the usual kitchen chatter. They're closer. Sharper. Private. Like an exchange never meant to be overheard.

My hands still in the soapy water, and without thinking, I tilt my body closer to the doorway, eyes drawn to the faint crack between the door and its frame.

I don't know why I linger - curiosity, maybe, or just something about the moment that holds me in place.

Through the crack, I catch a glimpse of the eerily empty cafeteria. The silence is thick, almost waiting. Then, that familiar voice cuts through it, soft, teasing.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't Billy Hargrove."

Tina. The obnoxiously cheerful camp worker from yesterday, the one who greeted us with a lazy lean against the counter, arms crossed, smirk brimming with secrets. Her voice drips with challenge, amusement - like she holds all the power in the world.

'Billy's' reaction is instant. I watch the shadowed silhouette tense up, a flicker of discomfort in his stance. Then, a ray of light catches his face - his expression smoothing over just before recognition slams into him like a freight train.

And then, just as fast, it slams into me.

Hargrove?

The name lands sharp and jarring, unfamiliar until it clicks. Billy Hargrove... so that's his name.

I don't even realize I'm holding my breath until he speaks.

"Tina?"

His voice is rough, like the name scrapes against his throat on the way out. For a second, he just stands there, frozen in place, before exhaling sharply and rubbing a hand over his face.

Tina's grin spreads, slow and knowing. She tilts her head, stepping forward just slightly - close enough to test the space between them, to see if he'll flinch. "Took you long enough to recognise me."

Billy's reaction is immediate. His shoulders go rigid, jaw tightening just enough to be noticeable. His hands settle at his sides, fingers twitching once before stilling. He looks at her the way someone might look at gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe - mildly inconvenienced, vaguely disgusted, but ultimately too tired to deal with it.

"Oh god," he mutters, voice dry, "please don't tell me you got a job here because of me."

Tina gasps, pressing a hand to her chest like he's just wounded her. But the smirk never wavers, and the way she moves - just a step closer, just enough to make it feel intentional - tells me exactly what kind of game she's playing.

"Of course not, silly," she coos, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness. A beat of silence, then: "I'm just... here to have fun."

Fun. The word lingers in the air, stretched out, deliberately coy. It makes my skin crawl. I don't catch everything she says next, but I don't need to - the way she leans in, the way she tilts her chin, the way her gaze flickers up at him through her lashes - it's all way too much.

Billy doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. If anything, his expression flattens further, like he's already exhausted just standing here.

"Tina. Look." His tone is blunt, final. "It didn't happen in high school. It's not gonna happen now."

Burn.

For a second, she just stares at him. Then, with an exaggerated groan, she throws her hands up. "Ugh! Always the killjoy, aren't you?"

I press my tongue against the inside of my cheek, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Tina shifts her weight onto one leg, her arms loose at her sides, fingers twitching slightly like she's waiting for Billy to give her something to work with. When he doesn't, her smile falters - just for a second - before she plasters it back on, all teeth, all performance.

Billy, on the other hand, might as well be made of stone. His expression doesn't change, his arms stay limp at his sides, and the only sign that he's even mildly engaged is the slow, controlled exhale through his nose.

The silence stretches. Too long. Too awkward.

Tina lets out a breathy laugh, shifting forward like she's trying to close some invisible gap between them. "God, you really don't make this easy, do you?"

Billy blinks. Just once. If there was an award for the least interested man on the planet, he'd be holding the trophy right now.

I almost snort but clamp my mouth shut, because this - whatever this is - is a train wreck I can't look away from.

Eventually, I step away from the door, forcing a breath into my lungs. The dishwater has gone cold, my fingertips pruned from soaking too long. I rub them against my shirt, but the sensation lingers, like something beneath my skin won't settle.

I tell myself it's nothing. Just another name, another face, another camp leader playing his part.

But as I reach for another plate, his name gnaws at me.

Billy Hargrove.

It doesn't fit.

Not the way he acts - the stiff posture, the barked orders, the constant need to remind everyone who's in charge. 'Mr Hargrove' suits him better, the way he wears that stupid authority like a second skin, like this whole camp is his kingdom and we're just here to fall in line.

But 'Billy'?

Billy is some loud, cocky guy who slouches in his seat and grins like he owns the room. Billy gets into trouble. Billy is trouble. The name feels too reckless, too easygoing - too boyish for the man who prowls around camp, arms crossed, jaw tight, looking at all of us like we're just another problem to deal with.

I rinse the plate, watching the water swirl down the drain. The name gnaws at me, picking at something I can't quite place.

Billy Hargrove.

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝟏,𝟓𝟕𝟗

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥

[ask-2k-cccc]

hiii! Afab person here! Ray cuddle with Darrell, trust me. It’s shown that cat purrs vibrate so that it temporarily alleviates cramps. Source? Uh….trust me. Also, heating pads, personally some weight helps too. This last one isn’t pleasant but exercising helps some. Feel better, Ray. *Sets plate of brownies on the counter before leaving*

[Thank you for your suggestio—]

{No way I'm letting him near my cat!}

⧼Cos-⧽

{My baby only fond with people he already know!}

⧼Cosmo.⧽

{I know there's a problem with my memories, but he's a complete stranger to me!-}

⧼Cosmo Animus Claye.⧽

{I— Okay okay! I'll get him! No need to use my full name...}

[avvail-whumps]

‘guns for hire’ — no escape #33

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content warnings: intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome, implied dub-con (not explicit)

“Roy,” Leo whispered softly under his breath. “Can I ask you something?”

It was dark in the living room, the only source of light coming from the bright television screen in front of them. He was comfortable like this, wrapped up in the blanket from his room, nestled between Roy’s legs with his back slumped against his chest. The man’s arms were comfortably hanging around him, lounging on the couch with a few empty beer cans and plates on the coffee table in front of them.

It had been quiet for the most part, and it was his words that drew the mercenary out of his languid concentration, his arms shifting and hands coming to tangle in his a second later. Time had subsequently passed, and Leo had found the bandages off his fingers. He was still wary of even using them for normal things, as simple as picking up a plate, but the more time that passed, the easier it became. He would often be forced to endure these silly grip exercises to work through his hands, but Leo wasn’t going to argue if it would help him get better.

He was even playing violin again. He went back to cooking, although Roy would join him more often than not to help. He was never much help, though, but Leo found he thoroughly looked forward to any seemingly normal interaction with him behind a stove.

It was nice not to feel the crack of a hand on his skin, or horrible tools on his body. There wasn’t a second of his life that seemed to live up these moments where he could wrap himself in Roy’s arm, and relish in the warm presence of another person. He would do anything to cling onto that. He would do anything not to lose these moments where nothing else seemed to matter.

Roy took his eyes off the screen, squeezing his hand softly. “Go on, lion.”

The secretary suddenly paused. In the flurry of the moment, he’d almost forgotten what he’d intended to ask. The deeper he could feel himself plunging, the more he found he wanted to know about Roy. Because even now, after everything they’d done, the mercenary was still a complete enigma. Leo had told himself that there wasn’t a need for him to go looking. That he didn’t need to pry and possibly ruin what they had. Because Leo didn’t want anything to change. He already had everything he wanted. 

He stared at the television screen, barely registering the action that was going on, softly biting at his bottom lip. His fingers gently eased against Roy’s own, relishing in the contact of his skin there. He’s grown so used to him wearing gloves since before the contract, that seeing him without was almost strange. 

He hesitated, unable to find the courage to say it. “Uh, what’s your favourite movie?” 

The mercenary let out a little chuckle. He could feel it vibrate pleasantly against his back, and he couldn’t help but melt into the comforting feeling. “Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” 

Leo’s brows furrowed, turning his head away when he felt Roy shift. He began playing gently with his fingers, trying to distract himself. There wasn’t any point in lying to him. Leo knew he couldn’t, and it wasn’t like he was eager to get into trouble anytime soon. 

A little sigh escaped his lips. “You said last time that…” He suppressed an embarrassed huff. “You didn’t want to tell me last time.” 

“Last time?” The mercenary hummed. The last time was a while ago, granted, when Roy had actually seemed to show his interest in Leo out of the blue, demanding he tell him stuff about himself. The shock of normality the conversation had brought him stuck to him like glue the entire time. But it wouldn’t surprise him if the mercenary didn’t even remember it. 

Leo looped his hand in his. “It doesn’t matter.” 

He felt the man’s free hand prop under his chin, gently tilting his head towards him. Leo tried to avoid his gaze, but Roy had a talent for trapping his eyes within his, and he had no choice but to meet them timidly. He had a sleezy smile on his face, thumb gently teasing the bottom of his jaw. He had choice but to ease the tension in his shoulders, his cheeks flushing. 

“You want me to tell you about myself, right?” He whispered, making him burn with embarrassment. He shifted further onto his side so he could lean into Roy, propping his head on his chest. 

“I was just curious,” he mumbled under his breath, shrugging his shoulders lazily. The mercenary drew the blanket further over him, and he felt his eyelids grow a little heavier. It must have been late already, since he was starting to feel weighed with fatigue, despite having spent most of the afternoon lounging lazily on the sofa. He could have fallen asleep like this, but he was far too inclined to know what he was going to respond with. 

“I’m flattered, lion,” he purred, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Why the sudden curiosity?” 

Leo knew he was coaxing something out of him. The gentle hand against his back, the soft, lilting voice he knew he liked so much. He was never strong enough to fight it, however, plunging into his obvious little trap without much of a care. His eyes flickered up to meet his, wondering how long he could fall into them without getting bored. The answer was probably forever, at this rate. He’d almost forgotten that he’d been asked a question, and his mind flared in warning to answer.

“I just want to know more about you,” he whispered quietly under his breath. He could see the subtle thoughts in Roy’s eyes, the slight squint of intrigue at his words. The way he’d look at him like he had a dog on a leash. “I’m sorry.” 

The man shook his head. “You can be so temperamental sometimes, lion.” 

“You’re too secretive,” Leo countered hesitantly, and Roy’s eyes widened slightly in amusement. 

“Feeling cheeky, are we?” 

He ducked his head, curling his legs closer to himself. The mercenary laughed lowly, and Leo even found himself fighting a smile. He liked it when Roy laughed. He had a nice laugh. There was a lot about Roy that he found himself liking. 

“There isn’t really much to tell you, lion,” he shrugged, fingers carding through his hair. Leo hummed happily at the soothing nails against his scalp, listening despite his closed eyes. “Grew up with my uncle. Then I left.” 

A small frown of disappoinemtnet found its way onto his face, but the man noticed, and teasingly pinched his side.

“Sorry, did that not live up to your expectations?” He murmured, and Leo wriggled uselessly in his grasp, shaking his head with a smile. 

“No, no,” he huffed, prying his hand away with a sigh. “What was your uncle like?” 

A bitter expression passed over his face. “Not someone you’d wanna mess with. That’s for sure.” 

Leo tilted his head back in curiosity, blinking his eyelashes. “Is he the one who…?” 

“Trained me?” He smirked, kissing his nose. “Yes, lion. Then I left because I didn’t want to work for him for the rest of my life. Would have rather gone my own way.” 

The secretary fiddled with his fingers nervously. His voice was like a ghostly whisper, almost carried away in the air. “I’m glad.” 

Roy’s eyes shimmered with intrigue, lip curving up into a knowing smirk. 

“Why?” He murmured, playing with a strand of his hair by his ear. He relished in the way the skin there had gone a bright red. “Because I found you?” 

Leo shyly nodded his head. He didn’t think he trusted the terrible lump lodged in his throat not to make more of a fool out of him if he answer verbally. He didn’t think his heart had reached this level of deep anxiousness before, different to anything he’d ever experienced. Roy shifted beneath him, a chuckle escaping his lips. 

“You’re so cute, lion,” he purred, cupping his cheek with care. “Come here.” 

Leo did as he was told. His arms looped comfortably around Roy’s neck, turning so his legs were bracketing his waist, and meeting the man’s lips with a soft little sigh. He seemed to step back this time, leaving Leo to do what he wanted. In turn, the kiss was a lot slower, tentative and naive, even when his hands gently slid to his neck to steady himself. Roy was smirking slightly into the kiss, his hands gently easing under the fabric of his shirt and tracing the long scars from the whip there. 

When Leo pulled away, the man caught his eyes effortlessly in his own. There was something lingering there. Something a little darker, something full of possessive desire, and Leo felt it right down in his core. 

“You know I love you, right?” 

Roy’s words almost made his heart leap into his throat. He couldn’t stop the shocked expression from consuming his face, his eyes snapping open. The severe weight of those simple words pressed right against that soft spot in his heart, and that part of his mind that craved to hear it. His hands grasped his shoulders tightly, almost unable to get his words out from how desperately he was scrambling to respond. 

“I love you too,” he breathlessly whispered, the words like fire on his tongue. His eyes were frantically flickering across his face, as if he was debating whether or not this was real. Part of him was still so desperately trying to get through to him, to tell him he shouldn’t be doing this. Saying this. That he should remember how he got here in the first place. 

Roy hummed, his head tilting. “I know you do, baby.” 

Leo’s thoughts were almost instantly discarded when he leaned down to kiss him again, this time letting the man press him as close as he pleased, arms wrapped securely around his waist. They fell to his legs quickly enough, lifting him off the sofa effortlessly, still entangled with one another. Leo could feel this burning heat in his stomach, his skin setting alight under the smallest of touches, and he could see it in Roy’s eyes too. His stomach swooped in anticipation. 

“I did say it was best to wait until you were better, didn’t I?” The mercenary purred, and Leo’s heart jumped. 

He nodded his head jerkily. “Yeah.” 

He knew that there was no coming back from this. That the moment he gave up the last thing he had of himself, there would be nothing to bring him back. Still, Leo didn’t care. Roy kissed him even as he carried him up the stairs, even as he pushed him down onto the bed, even as he pulled his clothes off, and all those thoughts were consumed by lips and hands on his body, melting them into the putty. 

The mercenary was gentle with him. For the most part. He let him cling onto him as tightly as he wanted, legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth occupied by feverishly kissing him through choked moans. Leo knew there’d be lingering finger bruises on his hips in the morning, but in the heat of it all, he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

He was exhausted by the time the sunlight streamed in through Roy’s window. He was slightly annoyed that the man never seemed to pull the blind down, his head falling back on his bare chest with a soft groan. He attempted to shield his sensitive eyes from the assualting streams of light, but it wasn’t as successful as he would have hoped. A hand landed in his hair, and he squinted up at the mercenary’s face. 

“Do you want me to pull it down?” He murmured, and Leo quickly shook his head. 

“No,” he whispered quietly, laying his head back down on his chest. “I want to stay like this.” 

Roy’s lip quirked up into a subtle, dangerous little smirk, and his hand cradled the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs there. Not because of the secretary’s behaviour, but simply because he knew he finally had exactly what he wanted.

“Whatever you want, lion,” he sighed, closing his eyes. “Whatever you want.”

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[dramas-vs-novels]

Your jaw problems made me suddenly scared of my own jaw...

Genuinely, there is nothing worse than being hyper-aware of your own mouth...

You can look up some exercises to strengthen the muscles that hold your jaw together to make it less and less likely you'll ever have this issue.

I will say, my original dentist completely brushed it off, actually said "What do you want me to do about it?" like I was complaining about a paper cut, and only told me to stretch my mouth like I was yawning after he realized he couldn't even get a pinky in between my teeth to try to feel the back of my jaw.

Just looking online, there are a lot of things you can do to protect your TMJ area. So many stretches, so many daily little things you can rely on. And once it goes nuclear, there actually ARE a couple treatments available. I mean, it's not much, but it's more than nothing.

I've been drinking warm water and chamomile tea, that helps relax everything from the inside out, my vibrating face massager I got for washing at night helps work out tension in my jaw, and I'm still able to do my stretches.

The first time this happened, it was horrific. This time, it must be a partial slip or something, because it's really tense. Like, imagine jutting your bottom teeth as far forward as you can and just holding it like that (don't actually do it in case you hurt yourself). That's how I feel all the time, and yet I can't get my bottom teeth in front of my top teeth at the moment.

But beyond that tension, there is extremely little actual pain. Little teeny TMJ headaches that vanish as soon as I use my face vibrator, but it really is mainly that my jaw feels like when you balance a plate on an uneven surface.

So I'm not sure what to expect Monday at the dentist, but I can already say this, at least up to this point, feels better than last time. And even if the dentist is like "We need to totally unhinge your jaw and re-set it", like the worst-case scenario I definitely don't qualify for, they sedate you for that.

But realistically, I'm betting at MOST I'm offered some anti-inflammatories (because there is swelling), MAYBE a brief prescription of anti-anxiety meds for the stress, and POSSIBLY but not likely a TENS treatment, which won't feel too much different than my face vibrator (it's teeny electrical impulses from stickers on your skin, maybe it makes my cheek twitch).

So like, it's scary, and it's really horrible to deal with if it happens because you're just SO hyper-aware of your own mouth... But dentists can give you drugs. And even if they don't, in my experience, even when it went nuclear on me, it was locked for like 9 days and then over the course of 3 days suddenly released.

There's no pop back in, no scary noises, it was just each day I realized I could open my mouth a little more until it was all better.

[quantumfrail]

I tried a vibration plate today (Lifepro Rumblex 4D Vibration Plate - operates 4-40Hz). As someone with autism and epilepsy, it's been an experience. I'm using for bone density (given my results) so I'll try it until it makes me insane.

I tried it on the lowest setting for about ~5 minutes. It took a couple hours to come down from the experience. The higher setting made me feel like I might have a seizure. The lowest setting made me feel floaty, nauseous, and... derealization. I tried it before dinner (mistake) and it took me over an hour to eat some of my dinner. I also felt calm and relaxed but sort of outer body as if I could fall asleep.

I guess I could describe it as… how it feels after a seizure, that sort of spaced out, not quite there feeling. Maybe it's something I need to get used to? I wonder why it would make me feel this way. I'm honestly a little confused because I didn't expect this result. My s/o got on it at higher intensity and felt fine. I'll start tracking duration of exercise and how long the sensations last afterward.

interestingly, I'm eager to get back on it. I'm reading studies now and I'll share information I gather but overall I find it a curious experience. I can see how it could help with bone density and have other therapeutic benefits.

If any other autistic people or people with epilepsy have tried a vibration plate, please let me know your experience.

[huelightusa]

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